A/N Another smutty tale for my fav ship - Draco and Ginny. Let me know what you think!
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Ginny Weasley clutched her boarding pass in one hand and her carry-on bag in the other, standing before the entrance to the aircraft that would take her to Paris. The plane's engines hummed in the background, making her heart race with anxiety. Ginny, an accomplished art museum curator, had always been passionate about her work, but the idea of flying terrified her. She had to attend a crucial exhibition in Paris, and there was no way around it.
Taking a deep breath, Ginny entered the aircraft and located her seat in the economy section. She exchanged a nervous smile with the flight attendant as she stowed her bag in the overhead compartment. The prospect of a long flight loomed ahead of her, and her discomfort only intensified as she settled into her cramped seat.
However, just as the plane was about to taxi down the runway, a friendly voice came over the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special surprise for one of our passengers today. Ms. Ginny Weasley, please come forward."
Ginny's heart skipped a beat. What could this be? She gathered her belongings and made her way to the front, where the flight attendant handed her a new boarding pass.
"You've been upgraded to first class, Ms. Weasley. Enjoy your flight," the attendant said with a warm smile.
Ginny was stunned. First class? She had never experienced such luxury before. With a grateful nod, she made her way to the posh section of the plane, her eyes widening as she took in the spacious seats and attentive service. She found her designated seat and settled in, marveling at the unexpected upgrade.
As she took a moment to relax and appreciate the comfort around her, Ginny's attention was drawn to the mysterious figure sitting next to her. A handsome stranger, his face concealed behind a newspaper. She couldn't help but admire his physique, broad shoulders and blond hair. He smelled of spice and mint and leather, expensive and exotic. She shook her head, what am I doing smelling this guy?
Soon, the plane soared through the clouds and Ginny succumbed to the gentle hum of the engines and drifted off to sleep. The soft murmur of conversation and the occasional clinking of glasses filled the first-class cabin. However, Ginny's peaceful slumber was abruptly interrupted by turbulence. She jolted awake, her eyes wide with panic. The screens in front of her were flickering, the seat belt sign was turned on and the plane was shaking. Suddenly, her stomach flips dangerously. Desperate to escape the uneasy feeling, she fumbled with her seatbelt, intent on reaching the restroom before she creates a scene in first class.
Of course, as soon as she stands up, the plane gives a violent lurch and she loses her balance only to fall into the lap of the sexy stranger next to her. She screams and tries to get up.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean– Malfoy?"
"Weasley?" he returns in a bored voice. "What are you doing in first class?"
She flushes at his implication and opens her mouth for a retort when the plane flips again and drives a bolt or terror through her. Draco grips her waist firmly and places her on her seat but doesn't let go.
"Breathe, Ginny" he orders, his voice steady and deep among the chaos that ensues around them, grounding her a little bit. She looks into his eyes and freezes. They are molten silver, and churn with an unreadable expression. There's another lurch, and he clenches his jaw, the skin around his lips and jaw tightening, giving him a dangerous, sexy look.
When did you get so hot, Draco? Ginny wondered and then shook her head. Realizing his lips were moving, but she had completely phased out, she brought her attention back to him.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm sorry. I thought I was going to throw up. I hate flying, in case you didn't get that already."
Draco watches her with an intensity that makes her squirm in her seat. Why is he so attractive? Or so calm under pressure?
He reaches between the seats and hands her the sick bag "Use this in case you still feel nauseous".
I wince and mutter, "I didn't even think of that. You must think I'm such a clutz!"
"I think you are beautiful…" he murmurs "and sexy"
She whips her head toward him, sure that she had misheard him. "What?" she whispered, mindful to keep their conversation private.
"I said, I think you are sexy and beautiful. Why does that surprise you? Don't you think you are?"
Not sure how to react, nervous laughter bubbles up in her throat. "You can't just say something like that out loud!"
"Why not? Did I make you uncomfortable?" His voice is low and oh-so-sexy.
"Nervous, you are making me nervous. Would you stop looking at me like that?"
But he doesn't stop, he is silent, but his gaze is intense and all encompassing. She shivers in anticipation, not entirely sure of what she is anticipating. He leans in close to her, and slowly blows the bangs out of her face, his breath hot and minty. She gasps and leans back, putting some distance between them. She peers into his eyes, trying to gauge his mood. Is this a trick? Is he trying to throw me off? This is Malfoy for god's sake! Why am I so affected by him?
But just as she tries to come up with a sassy comeback, the plane lurches again, more violent and choppy than before. "Shit!" she screams and gets up in a rush. "Why does this damn plan keep shaking?" she mutters to herself and is once again in a precarious position of losing her balance when Draco gets up. Instantly, his strong arms wrap around her middle and he holds her steady. The flight attendant unbuckles and gets up from her seat to reprimand them.
"The seatbelt sign is still–"
Draco glares at her, silencing her effectively. She narrows her eyes at Ginny but doesn't dare rebel against the threat in his stare. He walks them to the restroom, pushes her in and shuts the door behind them, locking them inside the cramped place. The small space effectively does it. It calms Ginny immediately, because the moment they are in, there's only him. Draco, his hot, minty breath and his exotic smell.
"Deep breaths Ginny" he murmurs. He caresses her cheeks and leans in. "I'd really like for you to not throw up right now. Are you okay?"
"No, I'm okay. Why are you being so nice to me?" she murmurs in confusion.
"I'm not nice…" and he swoops down and presses his lips to hers. Her brain shuts down completely. Well, that's a lie, there are fireworks in her brain, rendering her incapable of any thoughts and her body lights up with electric currents. He grabs her around her ass, and lifts her onto the sink. His lips are soft, contrary to everything else about him, his hands pressing her urgently against his hard body, his tongue swiping her lower lip to gain access into her mouth. And all she can think is I am kissing Draco Malfoy! Draco Malfoy!
His tongue touches her lightly sliding along hers in leisure. His hand curves around her back, pulling her even closer. She moans, opening her mouth and wrapping her hands around his neck, trying to get closer. This close she is able to feel the evidence of his arousal between her legs. Suddenly, she jerks away from him. She claps a hand over her mouth and stares at him, eyes wide. Her face is hot and flushed. He reaches out and swipes his thumb over her cheek. "Am I making you nervous again?"
Her heart is thundering again, panic rising up. Pressing palms to her eyes she says. "What's your game Draco?" she narrows her eyes at him. When he doesn't say anything. She cracks an eye open. "Well?"
He slides his hand between her legs, cupping her heat. "You" he murmurs. "I want to bury myself in your sweet, sweet pussy and fuck you six ways from Sunday"
Her pussy clenches, and she rolls her hips in reaction to his actions and his dirty words. "Draco…" she groans.
"Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same."
She looks at him, his eyes stormy and full of heat, his lips so close to hers. Wanting to chase the pleasure that has been building low in her belly since she first saw him on the plane, she murmurs "Fuck me, Draco"
And he doesn't need any more encouragement. He slides his hand under her skirt and cups her through her panties and slams his mouth back on hers. His tongue forces her mouth open and tangles wildly with hers, deepening the kiss. Simultaneously, his fingers yanks her panties to the side and starts massaging her clit. She gasps and moans, throwing her head back. He leans in and bites her exposed throat, the milky white skin there tempting him to mark her. He sucks her skin into his mouth and she's sure that's going to leave a mark. She starts rubbing her hips against his hands, and he uses his other hand to roughly pull open her shirt, buttons flying halfway through her shirt. Her breasts are big, just enough to fill out nicely into his big hands, encased in a green satin with black lace bra. His heart stops - her short half open, his hand under her skirt, fingers in her pussy.
"You are a fucking vision" he rasps and buries his head in his ample breasts. She wraps a hand around his head, plunging her fingers into his luxurious hair, holding him close. He quickly unzips his pants and pulls out his gloriously thick cock, rolling a condom on it. Gripping his length and pressing himself against her entrance, he mutters "I'm going to fuck you until everyone on this plane can hear you."
In one thrust, Draco pushes inside of her. She bangs her head against the mirror and moans.
"Getting cocky are we?" She pants. "We'll–"
He slides out and thrusts back into her, and just like that, she is incapable of talking anymore, thinking anymore. He palms her thighs, hooking them around his waist as he roughly pushes into her again and again. Then sliding his hand between them again, his thumb circles over her clit, sending an electric current through her body.
"Oh my God," she moans. His thumb is moving faster now, flicking and massaging until she loses all sense of time and place. There is only him and this volcano of feelings. He thrusts into her, filling her to the hilt.
"Come for me, Gin" Oh, for the love of God.
The dam breaks and she opens her mouth in a scream, but he covers it, silencing her effectively. Her orgasm runs through her body, suddenly and so intense that she is helpless to simply react. She pulls him closer and he continues to massage her through it, replacing his hand with his mouth, pulling her into another bruising kiss.
When she comes down from the high, she notices he is still hard. She pulls away to see he is still hard and frowns, when he pulls her up and slams her into the opposite wall, pinning her at a height so that her breasts are directly aligned with his mouth, his hard cock still inside her. He leans close and covers a nipple with his mouth, hot and moist through the bra. She arches her back, pushing her nipple further into his mouth. He sucks hard, intensifying her pleasure and she gasps. "Draco!"
He tugs at the front clasp of her bra "Thank god for front clasp bras" he murmurs and blows on the wet nipple that was in his mouth.
"Oh god!" she whimpered.
"I love that you are so responsive. I'm going to have so much fun with you" he smirks and bites her other nipple hard. Ginny opens her eyes, and stares straight at herself in the mirror, with Draco pleasuring her breasts, her legs wide open held up by him pinning her to the wall. The vision is so unexpected, but so erotic that she is close to losing it again. Distantly she is aware that dozens of passengers are sitting mere feet away. But only this room exists. Only them.
"I never do this. Not Certainly not with strangers."
Draco smirks. "That's because it wasn't me. And I'm not a stranger."
"Cocky much?" she whispers and he chooses that time to slam into her while sucking a nipple in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around her aureole, biting down on the tip. He wraps his hand around her leg and lifts to fix it on top of the sink counter. He slides all the way out of her and then slams into the hilt.
"Oh my God," she moans. "It's so—"
"Good," he breathes. With every thrust, he's touching places never been touched. Her thighs quake from the exertion and another orgasm ricochets through her. This one is even more powerful than the last, and she screams loudly, raking nails through his hair. Her muscles clench and grip his cock in a tight grip, sending him over the edge with her. He is pulsing into her, grunting as he drives all the way in. His thrusts fade and other sounds slowly start to register.
"Staying quiet was never your strong suit, wasn't it Ginny?" he teases.
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A/N So what do you think?